Caleb knew what she was thinking. Many children their age had been killed during the last troll raid. There was still ill feeling from the parents of those lost children towards the magicians for not acting sooner. Caleb had been up in the Eastern Kingdoms, working on behalf of the Conclave at the time of the raid. It had occurred nine years ago, when Ellie, Zane and Tad had been little more than babies.
Caleb walked Ellie back to the boys slowly, reaching them just as the second song commenced. He planted a strong hand in the middle of Tads chest as the blond boy began to protest again, and said, Son, dont spoil a perfectly fine festival. Youll get your turn.
Tad seemed ready to argue, but seeing Calebs serious expression, he simply let out a slight sigh and nodded. Yes, Caleb.
Caleb was glad it had been Zane who had won, for he was the more hot-tempered of the two and would possibly have ignored Caleb and forced him to do something the older man didnt want to do: stop him physically.
He studied Tad while Ellie and Zane danced, and watched the boy seethe. Ellie was right; they were acting contrary to their nature.
When the song was over, Ellie returned and it was Tads turn to dance. As he had before, Caleb watched the boy not dancing with Ellie. Zane could barely contain his jealousy.
When the third song had ended, Caleb said, Im in the mood for something to drink, why dont you three come along?
Ellie readily agreed for all of them, and slipped her arm through Calebs, leaving the boys to follow. They went to the table where four men were filling flagons of ale and then passing them out as fast as possible. Ellie declined the strong drink, instead she accepted Zanes offer to fetch her a fruit-scented water. Tad volunteered to bring her something to eat, and she declined until she saw him wilt, so said, Perhaps something light, until we all sit down to eat?
He ran off, and Caleb sighed, What are we going to do with those two?
I dont know, but something. They sit around all day with little to do. Theyre not the sort to take to strong drink yet.
Caleb understood. Stardock Town was big enough to support a fair amount of commerce and a little bit of industry a blacksmith had opened a shop the year before, working ore brought down from the foothills but most of the work was done by family members. There were always more men than work to be done, and without fathers to teach them a craft, Tad and Zane were growing up without skills. They were becoming wild and feckless.
He knew them both to be bright, able young men, but without a direction to their lives, they were in danger of becoming lost. More than one younger son without a craft had ended up as a bandit, or working hand-to-mouth in the city.
Caleb was pondering the matter when Marie reappeared. He nodded to her and moved away from where Zane was anxiously awaiting Ellies favour. He kept his voice low so that the boy couldnt overhear, and said to Marie, I mistook your meaning, before. I thought you meant that you were worried about the boys today. I see what you mean now.
She studied his face, then said, Do you?
He nodded. Lets keep an eye on them for now and try to have some fun. Well speak of this later, tonight.
She nodded, then forced a smile. Dance?
He took her by the hand and said, It would be my pleasure.
They danced to several tunes then fell upon the heavily laden tables. After filling their platters with food, they found a quiet corner on the steps of a shop closed for the festival. Caleb set down the platters and left Marie for a moment to fetch two flagons of ale. When he returned, she said, Where are the boys?
Over there, he said, pointing to a spot on the other side of the town square. Ive not let them out of my sight.
How do you do that?
He smiled. Im a hunter. Besides, theyre hard to miss.
She nodded, and spoke with a mouth full of food. I know, just look for the trouble.
He laughed. No, just those two tunics.
They ate quietly, with little conversation, and for the next hour the festivities continued uneventfully. Then a stout man mounted one of the wagons being used to dispense ale and started shouting, My friends!
Marie said, Here comes trouble.
Caleb said, Yup, and put aside his plate to move towards the wagon. Marie followed.
The man was Miller Hodover, and standing next to him was a young man, roughly twenty years old. The resemblance was obvious, though the man had run to fat years ago and the boy was young and fit, his shoulders still broader than his belt.
Grame Hodover was a sturdy lad, and seemed thoughtful and bright it was often thought a miracle that his parents could have produced such a well-liked young man.
Caleb made straight for Tad and Zane who were standing on either side of Ellie. She looked at Caleb with relief in her eyes she knew what was coming next.
My friends, repeated Miller Hodover, I have an announcement to make. Today, I am a very happy man. He positively beamed as he looked around the crowd.
One of the townsmen under the influence of too much ale shouted, Why, you raising prices again, Miller?
There was a ripple of laughter, and Hodover looked irked for a moment, but let his smile return. No, Bram Connor, Im not yet.
Another round of laughter followed his retort and everyone relaxed as they realized that the miller was in a particularly good mood. His well-known parsimony and love of gold were constant subjects of ridicule.
No, my friends, said the miller. I have an announcement to make. This day, after one of the most bountiful harvests in memory, at a time when everyone seems to be doing so well, I wish to add to the joy of the moment by sharing wonderful news with you all.
Out with it, then, shouted another voice from the crowd. Youre making me thirsty!
Throwing the speaker a black look, the miller smiled again. I would like you all to know that this year my son, Grame, will be wed to Ellie Rankin.
He motioned to where Ellie stood between the two boys, who looked as if they had just been poleaxed. Zane stood with a furrowed brow, as if he couldnt quite understand what had just been said, and Tad stood open-mouthed, obviously unwilling to believe it.
Ellie was halfway to the wagon when the boys started after her. Caleb reached out and grabbed each by their collar and hauled them back. Dont go making a fuss now, he said in a low, menacing tone.
Tad threw him an angry look and Zane drew back his fist, but Caleb merely pulled upwards, lifting the boys onto their toes. Dont even think about it.
Zane reconsidered, and let his hand fall to his side. Marie said, If you stoneheads really care about Ellie, youll be happy for her. Now, the first one to start a fight will have to answer to me. Is that clear?
Both lads said, Yes, Ma, nodded and Caleb let them go.
The townsfolk had gathered to congratulate the engaged couple, while Tad and Zane continued to pout. Caleb indicated that Marie should join the throng, and said, Come with me, boys. Ive got something special for an occasion such as this.
The boys looked like they were about to argue, but one glance from their mother caused them to nod and follow Caleb obediently.
He led them to a wagon behind the one which had carried the ale casks. Night was fast approaching and the festival was becoming more raucous. One of the teamsters sat on a buckboard, watching the town bestow its best wishes on the newly betrothed. The man was not a local, so he felt no need to join in, and remained contented with eating and drinking ale.
The boys looked like they were about to argue, but one glance from their mother caused them to nod and follow Caleb obediently.
He led them to a wagon behind the one which had carried the ale casks. Night was fast approaching and the festival was becoming more raucous. One of the teamsters sat on a buckboard, watching the town bestow its best wishes on the newly betrothed. The man was not a local, so he felt no need to join in, and remained contented with eating and drinking ale.
Thomas, said Caleb, greeting him.
Evening, said the wagoner.
You have that box up there?
Its under that tarp, Caleb.
Caleb found the box and pulled it towards the rear of the wagon. Drawing out his large hunting knife, he used the stout blade to pry open the lid, exposing a dozen bottles of amber liquid. He picked one out and held it up to the lantern light.
What is it? asked Tad.
Something I discovered on my travels down in Kinnoch Country.
Looks like brandy, said Zane. The colour, I mean.
Not brandy, but youve a good eye. Caleb turned, and sat on the back of the wagon, letting his feet dangle. Brandys just boiled wine, this is something else.
In Kinnoch they have a way to distil a mash of grain, slowly cooking it over fires fed by peat, and then the brew is aged in casks. When its made badly, it can peel the paint off a warships hull, but when its made well He bit the cork and pulled it out.
With his free hand he felt around in the box and produced a small cup of glass. You cant drink this out of clay or metal, boys. Itll foul the taste.
What is it? asked Tad.
They call it whiskey, said Caleb, filling the small glass to the top.
Thats not very much. Zanes eyes narrowed as he regarded the tiny vessel which held no more than two or three ounces of liquid.
A little is more than enough, said Caleb, tipping the contents of the glass into his mouth and swallowing. Ah, he said. You try it.
He produced another glass and filled them both. You can learn to sip this later, boys. Just toss it back and swallow for now.
The boys did as instructed, and an instant later both were coughing furiously, with their eyes watering. Zane said in a hoarse voice, Damn me, Caleb, are you trying to poison us?
It takes a little getting used to, Zane, but youll grow to love it.
It burns like a hot coal, said Tad, whipping at his eyes with the sleeve of his tunic.
Give it a minute, said Caleb. Itll warm your gut.
Zane smacked his lips. Not that I think its good, but let me try another.
Caleb poured again and the boys drank. This time there was no coughing, but their eyes continued to water.
I think Ill stick to ale, said Tad.
I dont know, said Zane. Theres something about it I rather like.
Youre a young man of promise, Zane Cafrrey, said Caleb.
Laughing, Tad said, Whoa. I can feel it going to my head!
The Kinnoch men say it has a kick, and they know of what they speak.
What are you going to do with it? said Tad, indicating the other cases.
Im taking it to my father, as a gift. Theres not a lot thats new to him, so I thought he might enjoy this.
Why are you giving us this? asked Tad. I mean, thank you, but why?
To take your mind off an imagined slight, said Caleb. If I let you drink alone two things would happen. He held up a finger, while he poured them another drink. Firstly, youd receive no end of teasing from the other men in town who know how youve been butting heads over Ellie for nearly a year. Secondly, youd just pick a fight with Grame.
The boys quickly drank the whiskey and seemed to be getting used to it. Caleb filled their glasses again. Here, have another.
The boys finished their fourth drink, and Tads eyes began to close. Youre getting us drunk. I can feel it.
Caleb filled the glasses yet again and said, One more should do it.
Zane asked, Do what? as his speech began to slur.
Caleb jumped down from the wagon bed. Get you too drunk to pick a fight. He pushed Tad who wobbled as he tried to compensate for being slightly off balance.
Come along, said Caleb.
Where? asked Zane.
Back to your mas, and into your beds. Youre going to pass out in five minutes and I dont want to carry you.
The boys had never drunk anything as potent as the whiskey before, and they followed Caleb quietly. By the time they had reached their home, both boys were unsteady on their feet.
Caleb ushered them inside and when he had seen them onto their sleeping mats, he left and returned to the festival. It took only a few minutes to find Marie and when she saw him, she said, What did you do with them?
Got them very drunk.
As if they needed any help doing that. She looked around anxiously. Where are they?
Back at your house, sleeping it off.
Her gaze narrowed. They havent had enough time to get that drunk.
He held up the whiskey bottle. It was nearly empty. When they just tossed down five double portions each in fifteen minutes, they have.
Well, at least they wont be troubling Grame and Ellie, said Marie.
Or us. Caleb said with a smile.
She said, I dont care how drunk they are, Caleb, if theyre in the house, then youre not.
He grinned. I already have a room at the inn. If we head over there now, no one will notice you come upstairs with me.
She slipped her arm through his. As if I care what people think. Im not a maiden trying to catch a young suitor, Caleb. Ill grab happiness where I can and if anyone cares, it doesnt matter.
Caleb pulled her close to him and said, And those who do matter dont mind.
They skirted the edge of the crowd and made for the inn.
Their lovemaking had an urgency to it that Caleb had not experienced before, and afterward, as they lay with her head on his shoulder, he asked, What troubles you?
She knew that one of the reasons why they had been drawn to each other was his ability to read her mood so accurately. Tad asked me if we were going to wed.
Caleb was silent for a moment, then he let out a long sigh. If I were the the marrying kind, Marie, it would be you.
I know, she said. But if you wont stay, marry me, and be a real father to the boys, you have to take them with you.
Caleb moved out from under her and levered himself up on his elbow. Looking down at her, he said, What?
You can see how it is for them, Caleb. They have no future, here. I had to sell the farm and that coin wont last forever, even if I grow most of my food in the garden. I can make do alone, but feeding growing boys And they have no one to teach them farming, and no guild to teach them a craft. Every other lad was apprenticed to a farmer, trader, sailor, or guild two years ago at the Choosing, but my boys stood alone at the end. Everyone likes them, and had they means to help, Tad and Zane would be apprenticed by now, but there just isnt enough work here.
If you dont take them with you, theyll become layabouts or worse. Id rather lose them now than see them hanged for robbers in a few years.